Derrick didn't mean to be depressed, but he was. Funny, how he knew it was over with Sammi long before she called it quits. Still, it hurt just as much. As if he might be wrong about this...NOT.
So he needed some cheering up. He hit a few bars with the guys. They even headed for the meadow by the lake for a beer keg blast. But really, he felt out of place and not drunk at all.
"But you drank plenty." Many of his old friends from Freshman year told him. They were all looking forward to the future. Yet the more they talked and stumbled around, they were all getting depressed. Many had no idea what they'd do once they graduated. It made Derrick to long for another semester. He'd just keep going to school.
"Maybe I'll become a monk or a priest." He'd decided.
"But you're Jewish." Someone reminded him.
"I don't care. I think they might need more Jewish Priests." He laughed as if it was the best joke of all. Of course, none in his family were exactly religious, as it was. Funny, how this bothered him as he drank another beer. What was he going to do?
Somewhere in his mind, he was certain Sammi was the one. They'd get married, buy a house, start a family. Of course, in this dream he didn't know what he'd be doing. Maybe that's why it never worked with Sammi. If he'd had a plan about what to do then...
While he was pondering this in deep thought, alone, he woke up to find himself alone. The guys left him. He knew he should have drove his own car, after all. Here he was all alone, in the dark on Halloween night. He knew he should have stayed with Megan and handed out candy.